Harry Potter The wand chooses the wizard
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LOL, that was part of my inspiration. I loved the idea of a ghost animagi form.
Now I'm working on finding a more appropriate name for Neville's wand. For now, I'll just call it Torrwyr Lloer, which is roughly translated as "Moon Cutter" in Welsh. It's in reference to the fact that I'm basing his wand release on Zangetsu, which can be translated in a similar manner. Now, having a third release of wands is probably making it too derivative of Bleach, so Neville gets a black coat and longsword when he finally figures out his wand's name. This doesn't mean he's invincible though-Like Harry, he has a lot to learn.
However, it will make things interesting when Dumbledore decides to have Snape "assist" the DA's training efforts with releasing their wands. Neville's wand will not tolerate him being bullied any more... And Snape's "training" methods will undoubtably push our favorite underdog a tad too far...
Now I'm working on finding a more appropriate name for Neville's wand. For now, I'll just call it Torrwyr Lloer, which is roughly translated as "Moon Cutter" in Welsh. It's in reference to the fact that I'm basing his wand release on Zangetsu, which can be translated in a similar manner. Now, having a third release of wands is probably making it too derivative of Bleach, so Neville gets a black coat and longsword when he finally figures out his wand's name. This doesn't mean he's invincible though-Like Harry, he has a lot to learn.
However, it will make things interesting when Dumbledore decides to have Snape "assist" the DA's training efforts with releasing their wands. Neville's wand will not tolerate him being bullied any more... And Snape's "training" methods will undoubtably push our favorite underdog a tad too far...
Forgive the double post, but I just got impatient.
Argh... It probably sounds too much like Bleach, but it just demanded to be written that way.
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The standard sneer Severus Snape wore on a daily basis seemed even more pronounced as he walked the hallways, robes dramatically flaring with each step. Trailing behind him, looking nervous, was the source of his ire-Neville Longbottom.
I cannot believe this, he thought in disgust. Bad enough I must spend time with this imbecile in class, now I have to train him.
Dumbledore was concerned. Very concerned. The original plan regarding Harry was no longer going to be suitable. Not since he had managed to release his wand's power. Not since Castor. The addition of more players to the game, the rumors that even King Oberon of the Fae might be awakening, and Voldemort beginning to shift his tactics... Snape himself was concerned. A spy's life was never truly one of ease. On a perverse level he enjoyed the cat and mouse game, the challenges involved in maintaining his cover and character on both sides of the chess board.
Unfortunately, said chess board was expanding to include additional pieces and players. Pieces and players the Headmaster had not accounted for. For once though, Albus had decided that, while the game's pieces may have changed, the rules and requirements of victory had not.
Voldemort had to be destroyed. Harry had to be their weapon against him.
Such a plan had been a decade and a half in the making, and Dumbledore knew all too well the dark things he was doing in the name of his society, in the name of the world (though privately Snape felt that Voldemort could not hope to rule the world anyway). Hence, he had tried to direct the course of the training Harry and his friends and classmates were undertaking.
And as Snape was the only teacher on staff who had managed to release his wand, he had been directed by Dumbledore to assist in the training of these brats in how to use their new weapons.
Idiotic brats, all of them, Snape thought scornfully.
"Hem hem."
Damn that woman, Snape thought, turning and regarding the High Inquisitor Delores Umbridge with a sour expression. "High Inquisitor," he greeted stiffly.
"Professor Snape! So good to see you!" Umbridge said in her irritating voice. She smiled in a way that reminded the Potions Master of toads preserved in jars. "Might I ask what you are doing with Mr. Longbottom?"
"He is to accompany me on an expedition to the Forbidden Forest," Snape replied, in perfect honesty.
"For what purpose?" Umbridge simpered.
"Well, if I had my way," Snape sneered, "Mister Longbottom would be going there to meet a grisly fate for his incompetence."
Neville twitched, but otherwise made no other motions. He looked rather pale, Snape thought, yet focused. Hmmm...
"However, the Headmaster feels that if he were to see the potions ingredients as they are being gathered," he continued smoothly, now lying, "then somehow his thick skull might begin to understand even the most basic principles of brewing."
He handed over the note indicating his orders. Umbridge glanced over it boredly, then shrugged and handed it back. She smiled brightly.
"Very well, Professor Snape! I hope to see you again soon!" She headed off, Neville managing not to shudder as the beastly woman went her way. Snape snorted.
"Well, come along Longbottom!" Snape demanded, turning and resuming their trek. Neville followed.
"Oh... One last thing, Professor Snape," Umbridge called. Snape froze, and Neville followed suit. The Potions master turned to look at the High Inquisitor with a bored expression.
"Yes, High Inquisitor?"
"I really must ask this, since it's a general message to all teachers, but have you seen Miss Granger at all today?" Umbridge asked with a leer. Snape shook his head.
"Not at all, High Inquisitor."
"Very well then. No matter," she said cheerfully, turning and heading off again. Neville looked at Snape curiously, managing to meet his eyes for a second.
"Um... Professor Snape?"
"What, Longbottom? And stop wasting time!" Snape sneered, as he resumed walking, Neville keeping up again.
"Er... Well, I was wondering if you... You knew where Hermione might be, and, well..."
"Exactly why would I know where that irritating know it all might be?" Snape asked flatly. Neville managed to glare at him, but it lasted only so long as Snape didn't trap his gaze. Snape shook his head and turned his attention forward, where it ought to be.
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The clearing of the Forbidden Forest Snape had chosen for the lesson was some distance from the castle, and after confirming that no tracking Charms had been placed upon himself or Longbottom, Snape turned and glared imperiously upon the boy. He had grown up a fair amount, Snape supposed, from that squat, chubby brat he'd first had the displeasure of meeting in First Year, but an imbecile remained an imbecile.
"Well Longbottom," Snape stated flatly, "here we are. Tell me, what progress, supposing you have made any, towards listening to your wand have you made?"
"Um, well, er, I um, I have talked with him," Neville said nervously. Snape sneered.
"Indeed?"
"Y-Yes, I have," Neville replied. "He's... He's this tall, older man, in a black cloak that looks like... Like it's made of black fire, almost, and-"
"I need no description, Longbottom," Snape stated flatly. "My only hope is that this is not an expression of your sexuality. Otherwise, the following exercise would have been for nothing."
"Huh?" Neville asked, confused. Snape sneered, and produced his wand.
"Maekir," he murmured, and in a flash of light and magical power, his wand transformed into a long, warped, black blade, reminding Neville a bit of the vorpal blades his grandmother kept over the mantle. He gulped.
"It is very simple, Longbottom," Snape said, an unpleasant smirk emerging on his face. "You either release your wand in the next..." He conjured up a large hourglass on the edge of the clearing, "thirty minutes, and then, well... Your feeble mind is aware of the concept of 'maidens in distress'? Though in the case of Miss Granger, 'maiden' does not strictly apply."
Snape waved his wand/sword again, and Neville could hear muffled pleading. He turned and gaped at Hermione Granger, bound and gagged tightly, hanging by her feet from a floating hook a hundred feet in the air. She wasn't moving.
"HERMIONE!" He shouted. He turned to Snape, raw anger in his eyes.
"What are you doing?!"
"Teaching, fool," Snape sneered. "You either release your wand in the allocated amount of time, or she falls."
"What kind of teaching is this?!" Neville demanded. "You can't just-!"
"NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!" Snape snarled. Neville growled defiantly back. "If you cannot rescue one girl from her death, then what possible good might you contribute to this war?"
Snape's sneer grew. "You either grow up or you both perish. What will it be?"
The Stunner that flew from Neville's wand was stronger than expected, Snape reflected. His shield charm barely blocked it. But the element of surprise was gone-And the clock was ticking...
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Neville felt like every part of his body was on fire, especially his lungs. Spell after spell, curse after curse, it drained him. Even with Harry's tutelage, and the mild power boost he'd gotten from connecting with his wand didn't put him on any kind of level with the Potions Professor.
Snape wasn't even trying hard. He Apparated away with a sneer from the spells he couldn't block and shielded against the ones he could. Neville hadn't gotten in a single real hit.
Snape on the other hand, had left cuts and bruises covering Neville's body. Bleedover from spells he couldn't shield against, or simply the results of Maekir's special ability, which was to cut it's targets from a distance with blades of magic-concentrated air.
Low on power, Neville was unable to block one such blade, and tried not to scream as the blade slashed across the side of his head. It wasn't a deep wound, and his aura of magic was strong enough to keep the worse of the strike from connecting, but it distracted Neville long enough for Snape to Apparate behind him and smack him across the face with the back of his hand.
"Foolish, weak child!" Snape snapped. Neville fell back, managing to stay on his feet. Snape lowered his wand at Neville's chest, and the boy stumbled backwards.
"Run, you coward," Snape sneered. "Run!"
Neville complied out of instinct, exhaustion and fear, trying to fight tears of anger and terror as he ran across the clearing, Snape in hot pursuit.
I can't do this! I-I can't! Hermione! Oh Hermione... I'm sorry! I'm such a coward! I'm such a weakling! I-I can't save you! I can't-!
The world seemed to freeze around him, and a familiar man in dark clothing appeared before him, looking sternly at Neville. The boy gulped and stopped short, panting.
"Why are you clouding your mind with such useless thoughts?" The spirit of his wand asked. "Why do you let your fear control you?"
"B-Because... Because I..." Neville looked down in deep shame. The wand spirit sighed.
"I keep calling for you, calling loudly, Neville. But you do not listen. Your mind is ever filled with noise and doubt and fear."
"But he's-!"
"You hold back, you trail behind because you are afraid of your power. Afraid of what might happen if you release it. It has taken this long to get you to listen to me," the wand snorted. "You fear buzzing in your ears is worthless. Your enemy holds your friend hostage, and you only have to accept your power to save her. What is there to fear?"
"But... But it wouldn't do any good," Neville said. "I-I can't face him... I can't save-"
"If you say it cannot be, then it will never be, Neville," his wand spoke harshly. "If you continue to run, you will be cut down from behind. If you continue to deny yourself, deny me, then you and all you care for will die." His dark eyes narrowed behind old-fashioned spectacles.
"Do you wish for that to happen?"
"..." Neville's fist clenched, and he looked up at his wand. He took a deep breath, and shook his head.
"No..."
"Then quiet your doubts. Quiet your fears," the wand spoke. Neville nodded, and slowly turned around.
"Stand tall. Face forward. Retreat and you will age. Hesitate and you will die. Shout proudly, embrace your power! My name is...!"
"TORRWYR LLOER!" Neville bellowed, and Snape stopped short as a massive cyclone of black flames exploded out from Neville's wand, shooting upwards into the sky. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the tremendous blast of heat and magical power bombarded him with debris. The flames subsided into smoke, a smoke that slowly parted as well.
The Potions Master blinked dumbly at the sight that greeted him. Neville stood there with a black longsword in hand in place of his wand, a black chain bearing a tiny, Welsh dragon charm. His robes were transformed into a dark, reddish black, and waved around him like fire in a breeze. But most telling was the change in his eyes.
He stared Snape down with solid anger, focused challenge in his gaze. The self-doubt and fear was gone-Replaced only with fury.
The hourglass ran out, and the hovering hook above released Miss Granger. Snape raised his wand to cast a charm to save her, but even as he did he saw a black shape shooting upwards, catching the muggleborn girl. Snape's eyes widened.
Impossible...! Longbottom had released his wand. Snape had not anticipated this would happen-The boy had gone through a solid 48 hours in that meditative box and hadn't released it! The best he had hoped for was Longbottom perhaps being shown how vital it was for him to realize his power.
Most fools dismissed the Longbottom as one with no more power than a Squib. Snape may have regarded Longbottom as a fool, but not a weak one-Maekir allowed him to sense the strength of magical auras. Longbottom had massive power, just as Potter had massive power-Power, he felt, they would never truly master effectively.
Yet, just as Potter had managed to release his wand, so too had Longbottom.
A Longbottom who was seething in fury at him, far above, his petrified friend in one arm and his transformed wand in the other. He raised his sword with a snarl, the long black blade seemingly expanding in size. It took Snape a crucial second to determine that the sword itself was now alight with blackish-red flames.
"BASTARD!" Longbottom roared, swinging his sword down. A massive blast of that fire crashed down for him, and Snape barely Apparated away before it stuck. KABOOM!
He reappeared at the edge of the clearing, Longbottom blurring as he charged him. Snape barely got Maekir up in time, and even then was barely able to hold Longbottom back.
"Well, Longbottom," Snape managed through gritted teeth, "you managed to exceed my expectations and-!"
"SHUT UP!" Neville roared, pulling back only to slam his sword down on Snape's even harder. Snape gaped in disbelief as the boy began to drive him back.
"Enough, Longbottom! You fool! It was only to-!"
"DIE!"
"LONGBOTTOM YOU IDIOT!"
Unnoticed by either Snape or Neville, Hermione Granger was carefully picked up and spirited away into the trees by one Harry Potter. He set the muggleborn on the ground and waved his wand.
"Ennervate," he commanded, and Hermione stirred. She gasped.
"Harry! Harry, Professor Snape just-!"
"I know," Harry said, turning back. "I saw him snatch you away. I wanted to go after you right away this morning, but Castor told me I should wait. That it was part of that greasy git's 'training' for Neville."
Another massive sheet of black flame exploded in the distant, followed by Snape screaming curses loudly and Neville roaring in fury. Hermione stood up and stared as their potions professor ran away from a pissed Neville Longbottom. Harry just smirked.
"... Did Castor know this would happen?" Hermione asked. Harry shook his head.
"He just thought that Neville's released wand would be, well... A bit much for Snape to handle," Harry replied, his smirk becoming a grin as Snape's hair was set on fire.
"... Please tell me we're getting pictures of this," Hermione said. Harry chuckled.
"Better. Video. Look up."
Hermione did so, and saw Castor video taping the whole thing while trying hard not to laugh. She looked back down... And grinned.
"As Ron might say... Wicked," she said. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Worth missing Transfiguration?"
Hermione thought about it for a second... And then nodded.
"Worth it."
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Please comment, even if it's to tell me I'm a terrible writer and I should burn.
EDIT: Okay, that sounded really pathetic. Sorry, it's just been something of a rough day.
Argh... It probably sounds too much like Bleach, but it just demanded to be written that way.
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The standard sneer Severus Snape wore on a daily basis seemed even more pronounced as he walked the hallways, robes dramatically flaring with each step. Trailing behind him, looking nervous, was the source of his ire-Neville Longbottom.
I cannot believe this, he thought in disgust. Bad enough I must spend time with this imbecile in class, now I have to train him.
Dumbledore was concerned. Very concerned. The original plan regarding Harry was no longer going to be suitable. Not since he had managed to release his wand's power. Not since Castor. The addition of more players to the game, the rumors that even King Oberon of the Fae might be awakening, and Voldemort beginning to shift his tactics... Snape himself was concerned. A spy's life was never truly one of ease. On a perverse level he enjoyed the cat and mouse game, the challenges involved in maintaining his cover and character on both sides of the chess board.
Unfortunately, said chess board was expanding to include additional pieces and players. Pieces and players the Headmaster had not accounted for. For once though, Albus had decided that, while the game's pieces may have changed, the rules and requirements of victory had not.
Voldemort had to be destroyed. Harry had to be their weapon against him.
Such a plan had been a decade and a half in the making, and Dumbledore knew all too well the dark things he was doing in the name of his society, in the name of the world (though privately Snape felt that Voldemort could not hope to rule the world anyway). Hence, he had tried to direct the course of the training Harry and his friends and classmates were undertaking.
And as Snape was the only teacher on staff who had managed to release his wand, he had been directed by Dumbledore to assist in the training of these brats in how to use their new weapons.
Idiotic brats, all of them, Snape thought scornfully.
"Hem hem."
Damn that woman, Snape thought, turning and regarding the High Inquisitor Delores Umbridge with a sour expression. "High Inquisitor," he greeted stiffly.
"Professor Snape! So good to see you!" Umbridge said in her irritating voice. She smiled in a way that reminded the Potions Master of toads preserved in jars. "Might I ask what you are doing with Mr. Longbottom?"
"He is to accompany me on an expedition to the Forbidden Forest," Snape replied, in perfect honesty.
"For what purpose?" Umbridge simpered.
"Well, if I had my way," Snape sneered, "Mister Longbottom would be going there to meet a grisly fate for his incompetence."
Neville twitched, but otherwise made no other motions. He looked rather pale, Snape thought, yet focused. Hmmm...
"However, the Headmaster feels that if he were to see the potions ingredients as they are being gathered," he continued smoothly, now lying, "then somehow his thick skull might begin to understand even the most basic principles of brewing."
He handed over the note indicating his orders. Umbridge glanced over it boredly, then shrugged and handed it back. She smiled brightly.
"Very well, Professor Snape! I hope to see you again soon!" She headed off, Neville managing not to shudder as the beastly woman went her way. Snape snorted.
"Well, come along Longbottom!" Snape demanded, turning and resuming their trek. Neville followed.
"Oh... One last thing, Professor Snape," Umbridge called. Snape froze, and Neville followed suit. The Potions master turned to look at the High Inquisitor with a bored expression.
"Yes, High Inquisitor?"
"I really must ask this, since it's a general message to all teachers, but have you seen Miss Granger at all today?" Umbridge asked with a leer. Snape shook his head.
"Not at all, High Inquisitor."
"Very well then. No matter," she said cheerfully, turning and heading off again. Neville looked at Snape curiously, managing to meet his eyes for a second.
"Um... Professor Snape?"
"What, Longbottom? And stop wasting time!" Snape sneered, as he resumed walking, Neville keeping up again.
"Er... Well, I was wondering if you... You knew where Hermione might be, and, well..."
"Exactly why would I know where that irritating know it all might be?" Snape asked flatly. Neville managed to glare at him, but it lasted only so long as Snape didn't trap his gaze. Snape shook his head and turned his attention forward, where it ought to be.
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The clearing of the Forbidden Forest Snape had chosen for the lesson was some distance from the castle, and after confirming that no tracking Charms had been placed upon himself or Longbottom, Snape turned and glared imperiously upon the boy. He had grown up a fair amount, Snape supposed, from that squat, chubby brat he'd first had the displeasure of meeting in First Year, but an imbecile remained an imbecile.
"Well Longbottom," Snape stated flatly, "here we are. Tell me, what progress, supposing you have made any, towards listening to your wand have you made?"
"Um, well, er, I um, I have talked with him," Neville said nervously. Snape sneered.
"Indeed?"
"Y-Yes, I have," Neville replied. "He's... He's this tall, older man, in a black cloak that looks like... Like it's made of black fire, almost, and-"
"I need no description, Longbottom," Snape stated flatly. "My only hope is that this is not an expression of your sexuality. Otherwise, the following exercise would have been for nothing."
"Huh?" Neville asked, confused. Snape sneered, and produced his wand.
"Maekir," he murmured, and in a flash of light and magical power, his wand transformed into a long, warped, black blade, reminding Neville a bit of the vorpal blades his grandmother kept over the mantle. He gulped.
"It is very simple, Longbottom," Snape said, an unpleasant smirk emerging on his face. "You either release your wand in the next..." He conjured up a large hourglass on the edge of the clearing, "thirty minutes, and then, well... Your feeble mind is aware of the concept of 'maidens in distress'? Though in the case of Miss Granger, 'maiden' does not strictly apply."
Snape waved his wand/sword again, and Neville could hear muffled pleading. He turned and gaped at Hermione Granger, bound and gagged tightly, hanging by her feet from a floating hook a hundred feet in the air. She wasn't moving.
"HERMIONE!" He shouted. He turned to Snape, raw anger in his eyes.
"What are you doing?!"
"Teaching, fool," Snape sneered. "You either release your wand in the allocated amount of time, or she falls."
"What kind of teaching is this?!" Neville demanded. "You can't just-!"
"NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!" Snape snarled. Neville growled defiantly back. "If you cannot rescue one girl from her death, then what possible good might you contribute to this war?"
Snape's sneer grew. "You either grow up or you both perish. What will it be?"
The Stunner that flew from Neville's wand was stronger than expected, Snape reflected. His shield charm barely blocked it. But the element of surprise was gone-And the clock was ticking...
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Neville felt like every part of his body was on fire, especially his lungs. Spell after spell, curse after curse, it drained him. Even with Harry's tutelage, and the mild power boost he'd gotten from connecting with his wand didn't put him on any kind of level with the Potions Professor.
Snape wasn't even trying hard. He Apparated away with a sneer from the spells he couldn't block and shielded against the ones he could. Neville hadn't gotten in a single real hit.
Snape on the other hand, had left cuts and bruises covering Neville's body. Bleedover from spells he couldn't shield against, or simply the results of Maekir's special ability, which was to cut it's targets from a distance with blades of magic-concentrated air.
Low on power, Neville was unable to block one such blade, and tried not to scream as the blade slashed across the side of his head. It wasn't a deep wound, and his aura of magic was strong enough to keep the worse of the strike from connecting, but it distracted Neville long enough for Snape to Apparate behind him and smack him across the face with the back of his hand.
"Foolish, weak child!" Snape snapped. Neville fell back, managing to stay on his feet. Snape lowered his wand at Neville's chest, and the boy stumbled backwards.
"Run, you coward," Snape sneered. "Run!"
Neville complied out of instinct, exhaustion and fear, trying to fight tears of anger and terror as he ran across the clearing, Snape in hot pursuit.
I can't do this! I-I can't! Hermione! Oh Hermione... I'm sorry! I'm such a coward! I'm such a weakling! I-I can't save you! I can't-!
The world seemed to freeze around him, and a familiar man in dark clothing appeared before him, looking sternly at Neville. The boy gulped and stopped short, panting.
"Why are you clouding your mind with such useless thoughts?" The spirit of his wand asked. "Why do you let your fear control you?"
"B-Because... Because I..." Neville looked down in deep shame. The wand spirit sighed.
"I keep calling for you, calling loudly, Neville. But you do not listen. Your mind is ever filled with noise and doubt and fear."
"But he's-!"
"You hold back, you trail behind because you are afraid of your power. Afraid of what might happen if you release it. It has taken this long to get you to listen to me," the wand snorted. "You fear buzzing in your ears is worthless. Your enemy holds your friend hostage, and you only have to accept your power to save her. What is there to fear?"
"But... But it wouldn't do any good," Neville said. "I-I can't face him... I can't save-"
"If you say it cannot be, then it will never be, Neville," his wand spoke harshly. "If you continue to run, you will be cut down from behind. If you continue to deny yourself, deny me, then you and all you care for will die." His dark eyes narrowed behind old-fashioned spectacles.
"Do you wish for that to happen?"
"..." Neville's fist clenched, and he looked up at his wand. He took a deep breath, and shook his head.
"No..."
"Then quiet your doubts. Quiet your fears," the wand spoke. Neville nodded, and slowly turned around.
"Stand tall. Face forward. Retreat and you will age. Hesitate and you will die. Shout proudly, embrace your power! My name is...!"
"TORRWYR LLOER!" Neville bellowed, and Snape stopped short as a massive cyclone of black flames exploded out from Neville's wand, shooting upwards into the sky. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the tremendous blast of heat and magical power bombarded him with debris. The flames subsided into smoke, a smoke that slowly parted as well.
The Potions Master blinked dumbly at the sight that greeted him. Neville stood there with a black longsword in hand in place of his wand, a black chain bearing a tiny, Welsh dragon charm. His robes were transformed into a dark, reddish black, and waved around him like fire in a breeze. But most telling was the change in his eyes.
He stared Snape down with solid anger, focused challenge in his gaze. The self-doubt and fear was gone-Replaced only with fury.
The hourglass ran out, and the hovering hook above released Miss Granger. Snape raised his wand to cast a charm to save her, but even as he did he saw a black shape shooting upwards, catching the muggleborn girl. Snape's eyes widened.
Impossible...! Longbottom had released his wand. Snape had not anticipated this would happen-The boy had gone through a solid 48 hours in that meditative box and hadn't released it! The best he had hoped for was Longbottom perhaps being shown how vital it was for him to realize his power.
Most fools dismissed the Longbottom as one with no more power than a Squib. Snape may have regarded Longbottom as a fool, but not a weak one-Maekir allowed him to sense the strength of magical auras. Longbottom had massive power, just as Potter had massive power-Power, he felt, they would never truly master effectively.
Yet, just as Potter had managed to release his wand, so too had Longbottom.
A Longbottom who was seething in fury at him, far above, his petrified friend in one arm and his transformed wand in the other. He raised his sword with a snarl, the long black blade seemingly expanding in size. It took Snape a crucial second to determine that the sword itself was now alight with blackish-red flames.
"BASTARD!" Longbottom roared, swinging his sword down. A massive blast of that fire crashed down for him, and Snape barely Apparated away before it stuck. KABOOM!
He reappeared at the edge of the clearing, Longbottom blurring as he charged him. Snape barely got Maekir up in time, and even then was barely able to hold Longbottom back.
"Well, Longbottom," Snape managed through gritted teeth, "you managed to exceed my expectations and-!"
"SHUT UP!" Neville roared, pulling back only to slam his sword down on Snape's even harder. Snape gaped in disbelief as the boy began to drive him back.
"Enough, Longbottom! You fool! It was only to-!"
"DIE!"
"LONGBOTTOM YOU IDIOT!"
Unnoticed by either Snape or Neville, Hermione Granger was carefully picked up and spirited away into the trees by one Harry Potter. He set the muggleborn on the ground and waved his wand.
"Ennervate," he commanded, and Hermione stirred. She gasped.
"Harry! Harry, Professor Snape just-!"
"I know," Harry said, turning back. "I saw him snatch you away. I wanted to go after you right away this morning, but Castor told me I should wait. That it was part of that greasy git's 'training' for Neville."
Another massive sheet of black flame exploded in the distant, followed by Snape screaming curses loudly and Neville roaring in fury. Hermione stood up and stared as their potions professor ran away from a pissed Neville Longbottom. Harry just smirked.
"... Did Castor know this would happen?" Hermione asked. Harry shook his head.
"He just thought that Neville's released wand would be, well... A bit much for Snape to handle," Harry replied, his smirk becoming a grin as Snape's hair was set on fire.
"... Please tell me we're getting pictures of this," Hermione said. Harry chuckled.
"Better. Video. Look up."
Hermione did so, and saw Castor video taping the whole thing while trying hard not to laugh. She looked back down... And grinned.
"As Ron might say... Wicked," she said. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Worth missing Transfiguration?"
Hermione thought about it for a second... And then nodded.
"Worth it."
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Please comment, even if it's to tell me I'm a terrible writer and I should burn.
EDIT: Okay, that sounded really pathetic. Sorry, it's just been something of a rough day.
If I thought you needed to burn for horrible writing, I would have told you long ago. No worries about the having a long day. I can understand. My grandma's got stage four secondary liver cancer. Going down to see her this weekend. Anyway, I liked the snippet. A bit crackish, but as it's an offshoot from Combat Butler, I'm not surprised. You seem to be in your element as long as you can at least throw in some humor.
Andrew Joshua Talon said:
Lord of Bones, another delightfully perverted possibility for a fic has been laid out before you. It would be somewhat rude to said possibility if you did not make it become a reality, right?
Lord of Bones said:
Andrew Joshua Talon said:
Lord of Bones, another delightfully perverted possibility for a fic has been laid out before you. It would be somewhat rude to said possibility if you did not make it become a reality, right?
-_- Oh well... If I promise to write something for it, would you write a bit of lemony goodness to go with it?
Andrew Joshua Talon said:
Lord of Bones said:
Andrew Joshua Talon said:
Lord of Bones, another delightfully perverted possibility for a fic has been laid out before you. It would be somewhat rude to said possibility if you did not make it become a reality, right?
-_- Oh well... If I promise to write something for it, would you write a bit of lemony goodness to go with it?
All right Lord of Bones, here we go:
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The prospect of being stuck in his "ghost form" until it wore off looked like it might lead to a similar situation as last year, or his second year-Namely of the student body regarding him with suspicion and distrust. Fourth year, he decided, was probably the worst given that Ron had abandoned him and the Hufflepuffs had united with the Slytherins against him for his perceived entrance into the Tri-Wizard Tournament for more fame and glory.
How they would react to him looking like Death, with his wand turned into a ominous looking sword... Harry didn't know.
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna and Castor all accompanied him down to the Great Hall for breakfast. His wand was stuck to his back, being able to Sticking Charm itself to anything with only a thought. That was definitely a handy thing to know-It was far too big to fit in his pocket.
Classes might be a bit awkward though.
"Well, here we go," he muttered as he and his friends reached the doors to the Great Hall. Hermione squeezed his hand comfortingly. Ginny shook her head with a sigh. Luna smiled serenely. Ron huffed. Neville looked grim. Castor smoked a cigarette, looking totally unconcerned.
"Relax Harry... I'm betting you'll get even more fangirls with this," Castor said. Harry gulped, not just from the mental image, but from the scowls Ginny and Hermione now wore.
"That's the last thing I want!" Harry protested. Ron shook his head.
"C'mon already, I'm hungry! And I do think you should relax too."
"Huh?" Harry asked, staring at his often jealous friend. Ron shrugged.
"You'll scare the hell out of any of those gits who try to mess with you, I know it." Ron grinned at Neville.
"Sides, you're not alone now are you?"
Harry looked over at Neville. The boy shrugged, and drew his wand with a smile.
"Might want to stand back," Neville warned. The others did so, and Neville took a deep breath.
"TORRWYR LLOER!" He shouted, and a large, powerful burst of black flames later, he stood in his own released form. He smiled encouragingly at the staring Harry.
"Now you won't be the only guy with a sword and funny looking robes," Neville said cheerfully. He coughed a bit when he saw Ginny staring at him, jaw dropped. Hermione was also eyeing him, and Luna gave him an almost... Hungry smile.
"Er... Um..."
Harry couldn't help but crack his own grin at both Neville's support, and his appearance. Neville had sprouted up over the summer, and gained some muscle tone that his robes usually hid. However, his wand's released form had transformed his clothing into a tight long coat. The top half clung to his decently developed arms, chest and torso, resembling a priest's coat save for the lack of a white collar, and the lower half flared out dramatically, looking like a flame made of black and red fabric.
Combined with his sword and Neville looked like some kind of superhero, who would sweep in dramatically to save the day. Considering the fact that Harry's own robes had transformed in a similar way save the coloration, and he didn't think that the fangirls would all exclusively focus on him.
"Bloody hell... Why can't my wand give me a cool outfit too?" Ron whined. Hermione rolled her eyes and transfigured his robes pink with yellow polka dots. "HEY!"
"C'mon everyone, we should go in... Face the music..." Ginny said, moving forward next to Neville and taking his arm. He flushed as she smiled widely back at him. "Escort me to the table, Neville?"
"Er, um... Sure..." Neville said. Harry chuckled and shook his head. Whatever came now, he was confident he could face it. With that, he raised his hand to open the doors... And they opened up for him, slamming dramatically against the walls of the Great Hall. His transformed robes flared with equal theatrics. He sighed at the shocked stares of every student and teacher in the Hall, hearing Persephone laugh in his mind.
Dramatic entrance number 73, the wand spirit cackled. Harry rolled his eyes and strode into the Hall, Hermione and Ron following closely, a nervous Neville being led by Ginny on one arm and Luna on the other. He'd stuck his own sword/wand onto his back. Following the six of them with a grin on his face was Castor, looking like Christmas had come early.
"Harry...?" Asked Parvati as he approached the table. The Indian girl had flushed cheeks as she stared at him. So did a lot of other women, Harry noted. Even a few girls at the Slytherin tables were staring at him, among them Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, and Tracey. Harry shrugged and smiled at Parvati, almost boyishly.
"Just trying out a new look," he said calmly. Castor snickered as the Boy-Who-Lived shrugged. "What do you think?"
"It's very... It's... It's really..." She tried. She shook her head and smiled coyly. "It kind of fits you... And what's with Neville?"
"He's trying out a new look too," Harry replied. "Kind of contrasting."
"They got bleached, so to speak," Castor supplied with a bright smile. Parvati blinked, confused.
"Bleached?"
"Potter, what the hell did you do to yourself?!"
And now, here were Draco and his bookends. While the Ferret had been intimidated by Castor earlier in the year, the Death Nibbler still continued to insist on trying to antagonize him. Harry exchanged looks with Castor, whose grin became more savage. Harry grinned back, and turned to face Draco. The blonde ponce became a bit paler than before at Harry's glowing green eyes.
"I got a part-time job, actually," Harry said. He shrugged. "Not bad hours, but involves a lot of traveling. Get to meet lots and lots of interesting people. I'm what you might call a... Travel agent. Helping people get from here to their, heh..." Here Harry's grin widened. "Final destination."
Draco gulped, turning almost as white as Harry. His goons weren't much better, Crabbe and Goyle backing away with him. Harry's grin widened.
"In fact... I have an appointment with you," he continued mercilessly. "I could always bump it up to now, seeing as you're right here-"
"POTTER!" Snape roared, finally getting over his shock and storming over to the group. "What the hell do you think you're DOING?!"
Harry casually glanced at Snape, and then shrugged. "Nothing at all, Professor. Nothing at all." He turned back to Malfoy, ignoring Snape's sputtering, and grinned at Malfoy unpleasantly. The ponce squeaked in fear.
"Be seeing you, Malfoy," Harry chuckled, turning around and sitting at his table. Castor gave Snape a warning look, before he too sat down. Malfoy and his goons scat.
"Harry... Wow!" Ron said with a big grin.
"Very impressive," Hermione complimented. Harry blinked, and looked at Luna. She hummed thoughtfully.
"You fit the part much better now," she said.
"Potter, just what the hell did you do to yourself?!" Snape demanded again. Harry glanced over at him and shrugged.
"What?"
Snape pointed at his back. Harry reached back to grasp Persephone's hilt... And found that the weapon felt different. In a bit of shock, he pulled a scythe from his back instead of a sword. He heard Persephone laugh in the back of his mind, but he decided to let it go. It was a pretty neat trick, as the scythe turned back into a sword.
"Wow," Ginny said with a smirk. "No wonder the Ferret was running."
"Potter, this is very irresponsible and reckless! You arrogant twit, how can you just go around like-like that and-!" Snape snarled, but Castor cut him off.
"Uncle Sev, there are no rules about such... Transformations," Castor said calmly. "And those are still school robes he's wearing. They're just a bit altered."
"And his skin? His hair? His eyes?" Snaped demanded. Castor shrugged, and Hermione cleared her throat.
"Professor, such transfigurations are also not against school rules," she said primly. Snape turned to McGonnagal, who had also arrived to investigate the chaos. She gawked at Harry for a bit, then shook her head with a sigh.
"She's right, Severus," McGonnagal said. "There aren't any rules specifically regarding... Appearances like that." She scowled sternly. "Though I trust you to not abuse your new... Fashion unduly?"
"Not at all, Professor," Harry grinned. McGonnagal looked over at Neville, who shook his head as well.
"Not at all, Professor," Neville repeated. McGonnagal nodded and turned, walking away. Snape scowled after her, and sneered at the table before heading off. Dumbledore gawked at him in shock, but managed to keep his composure. Otherwise he did nothing. Umbridge, at the head table, was furiously writing down a missive for her owl. Harry met her eyes... And smirked, holding his weapon significantly. Umbridge paled.
"A superstitious, cowardly lot!" Luna sang nearby. Castor chuckled, and began singing a song with her about criminals and bats. Harry didn't pay much attention as he dug into breakfast.
He was unaware of how Persephone adjusted his aura to project a dangerous feeling around him... A feeling that males trembled at, and women took a very significant notice of. Hermione in particular felt the need to touch her hip to Harry's, and Luna's smiled was a bit wider than usual.
And three Slytherin witches felt themselves tremble in something that was most definitely not fear when, due to a prompt from Persephone, Harry looked over his shoulder at them.
What was that for? Harry thought.
They look a tad suspicious, and you can bet that Draco will be blathering about this to his father, his wand replied. Why not test out your invisibility and intangibility in the Slytherin dorms tonight?
Well... It would be good to check things out, Harry decided.
Don't worry Harry, Persephone said, I'll make sure we drop into just the right spot for the best information.
You will?
Trust me, Harry, his wand soothed, holding back a wicked cackle as she went over Harry's memories of the layout of the Slytherin common room from both the Marauder's Map and his time there in second year-Particularly the location of the girl's dormitories. I have only our best interests in mind.
- - - - - - - -
The stage is set, Lord of Bones. Care to bring forth the second act of this little play?
- - - - - - -
The prospect of being stuck in his "ghost form" until it wore off looked like it might lead to a similar situation as last year, or his second year-Namely of the student body regarding him with suspicion and distrust. Fourth year, he decided, was probably the worst given that Ron had abandoned him and the Hufflepuffs had united with the Slytherins against him for his perceived entrance into the Tri-Wizard Tournament for more fame and glory.
How they would react to him looking like Death, with his wand turned into a ominous looking sword... Harry didn't know.
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna and Castor all accompanied him down to the Great Hall for breakfast. His wand was stuck to his back, being able to Sticking Charm itself to anything with only a thought. That was definitely a handy thing to know-It was far too big to fit in his pocket.
Classes might be a bit awkward though.
"Well, here we go," he muttered as he and his friends reached the doors to the Great Hall. Hermione squeezed his hand comfortingly. Ginny shook her head with a sigh. Luna smiled serenely. Ron huffed. Neville looked grim. Castor smoked a cigarette, looking totally unconcerned.
"Relax Harry... I'm betting you'll get even more fangirls with this," Castor said. Harry gulped, not just from the mental image, but from the scowls Ginny and Hermione now wore.
"That's the last thing I want!" Harry protested. Ron shook his head.
"C'mon already, I'm hungry! And I do think you should relax too."
"Huh?" Harry asked, staring at his often jealous friend. Ron shrugged.
"You'll scare the hell out of any of those gits who try to mess with you, I know it." Ron grinned at Neville.
"Sides, you're not alone now are you?"
Harry looked over at Neville. The boy shrugged, and drew his wand with a smile.
"Might want to stand back," Neville warned. The others did so, and Neville took a deep breath.
"TORRWYR LLOER!" He shouted, and a large, powerful burst of black flames later, he stood in his own released form. He smiled encouragingly at the staring Harry.
"Now you won't be the only guy with a sword and funny looking robes," Neville said cheerfully. He coughed a bit when he saw Ginny staring at him, jaw dropped. Hermione was also eyeing him, and Luna gave him an almost... Hungry smile.
"Er... Um..."
Harry couldn't help but crack his own grin at both Neville's support, and his appearance. Neville had sprouted up over the summer, and gained some muscle tone that his robes usually hid. However, his wand's released form had transformed his clothing into a tight long coat. The top half clung to his decently developed arms, chest and torso, resembling a priest's coat save for the lack of a white collar, and the lower half flared out dramatically, looking like a flame made of black and red fabric.
Combined with his sword and Neville looked like some kind of superhero, who would sweep in dramatically to save the day. Considering the fact that Harry's own robes had transformed in a similar way save the coloration, and he didn't think that the fangirls would all exclusively focus on him.
"Bloody hell... Why can't my wand give me a cool outfit too?" Ron whined. Hermione rolled her eyes and transfigured his robes pink with yellow polka dots. "HEY!"
"C'mon everyone, we should go in... Face the music..." Ginny said, moving forward next to Neville and taking his arm. He flushed as she smiled widely back at him. "Escort me to the table, Neville?"
"Er, um... Sure..." Neville said. Harry chuckled and shook his head. Whatever came now, he was confident he could face it. With that, he raised his hand to open the doors... And they opened up for him, slamming dramatically against the walls of the Great Hall. His transformed robes flared with equal theatrics. He sighed at the shocked stares of every student and teacher in the Hall, hearing Persephone laugh in his mind.
Dramatic entrance number 73, the wand spirit cackled. Harry rolled his eyes and strode into the Hall, Hermione and Ron following closely, a nervous Neville being led by Ginny on one arm and Luna on the other. He'd stuck his own sword/wand onto his back. Following the six of them with a grin on his face was Castor, looking like Christmas had come early.
"Harry...?" Asked Parvati as he approached the table. The Indian girl had flushed cheeks as she stared at him. So did a lot of other women, Harry noted. Even a few girls at the Slytherin tables were staring at him, among them Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, and Tracey. Harry shrugged and smiled at Parvati, almost boyishly.
"Just trying out a new look," he said calmly. Castor snickered as the Boy-Who-Lived shrugged. "What do you think?"
"It's very... It's... It's really..." She tried. She shook her head and smiled coyly. "It kind of fits you... And what's with Neville?"
"He's trying out a new look too," Harry replied. "Kind of contrasting."
"They got bleached, so to speak," Castor supplied with a bright smile. Parvati blinked, confused.
"Bleached?"
"Potter, what the hell did you do to yourself?!"
And now, here were Draco and his bookends. While the Ferret had been intimidated by Castor earlier in the year, the Death Nibbler still continued to insist on trying to antagonize him. Harry exchanged looks with Castor, whose grin became more savage. Harry grinned back, and turned to face Draco. The blonde ponce became a bit paler than before at Harry's glowing green eyes.
"I got a part-time job, actually," Harry said. He shrugged. "Not bad hours, but involves a lot of traveling. Get to meet lots and lots of interesting people. I'm what you might call a... Travel agent. Helping people get from here to their, heh..." Here Harry's grin widened. "Final destination."
Draco gulped, turning almost as white as Harry. His goons weren't much better, Crabbe and Goyle backing away with him. Harry's grin widened.
"In fact... I have an appointment with you," he continued mercilessly. "I could always bump it up to now, seeing as you're right here-"
"POTTER!" Snape roared, finally getting over his shock and storming over to the group. "What the hell do you think you're DOING?!"
Harry casually glanced at Snape, and then shrugged. "Nothing at all, Professor. Nothing at all." He turned back to Malfoy, ignoring Snape's sputtering, and grinned at Malfoy unpleasantly. The ponce squeaked in fear.
"Be seeing you, Malfoy," Harry chuckled, turning around and sitting at his table. Castor gave Snape a warning look, before he too sat down. Malfoy and his goons scat.
"Harry... Wow!" Ron said with a big grin.
"Very impressive," Hermione complimented. Harry blinked, and looked at Luna. She hummed thoughtfully.
"You fit the part much better now," she said.
"Potter, just what the hell did you do to yourself?!" Snape demanded again. Harry glanced over at him and shrugged.
"What?"
Snape pointed at his back. Harry reached back to grasp Persephone's hilt... And found that the weapon felt different. In a bit of shock, he pulled a scythe from his back instead of a sword. He heard Persephone laugh in the back of his mind, but he decided to let it go. It was a pretty neat trick, as the scythe turned back into a sword.
"Wow," Ginny said with a smirk. "No wonder the Ferret was running."
"Potter, this is very irresponsible and reckless! You arrogant twit, how can you just go around like-like that and-!" Snape snarled, but Castor cut him off.
"Uncle Sev, there are no rules about such... Transformations," Castor said calmly. "And those are still school robes he's wearing. They're just a bit altered."
"And his skin? His hair? His eyes?" Snaped demanded. Castor shrugged, and Hermione cleared her throat.
"Professor, such transfigurations are also not against school rules," she said primly. Snape turned to McGonnagal, who had also arrived to investigate the chaos. She gawked at Harry for a bit, then shook her head with a sigh.
"She's right, Severus," McGonnagal said. "There aren't any rules specifically regarding... Appearances like that." She scowled sternly. "Though I trust you to not abuse your new... Fashion unduly?"
"Not at all, Professor," Harry grinned. McGonnagal looked over at Neville, who shook his head as well.
"Not at all, Professor," Neville repeated. McGonnagal nodded and turned, walking away. Snape scowled after her, and sneered at the table before heading off. Dumbledore gawked at him in shock, but managed to keep his composure. Otherwise he did nothing. Umbridge, at the head table, was furiously writing down a missive for her owl. Harry met her eyes... And smirked, holding his weapon significantly. Umbridge paled.
"A superstitious, cowardly lot!" Luna sang nearby. Castor chuckled, and began singing a song with her about criminals and bats. Harry didn't pay much attention as he dug into breakfast.
He was unaware of how Persephone adjusted his aura to project a dangerous feeling around him... A feeling that males trembled at, and women took a very significant notice of. Hermione in particular felt the need to touch her hip to Harry's, and Luna's smiled was a bit wider than usual.
And three Slytherin witches felt themselves tremble in something that was most definitely not fear when, due to a prompt from Persephone, Harry looked over his shoulder at them.
What was that for? Harry thought.
They look a tad suspicious, and you can bet that Draco will be blathering about this to his father, his wand replied. Why not test out your invisibility and intangibility in the Slytherin dorms tonight?
Well... It would be good to check things out, Harry decided.
Don't worry Harry, Persephone said, I'll make sure we drop into just the right spot for the best information.
You will?
Trust me, Harry, his wand soothed, holding back a wicked cackle as she went over Harry's memories of the layout of the Slytherin common room from both the Marauder's Map and his time there in second year-Particularly the location of the girl's dormitories. I have only our best interests in mind.
- - - - - - - -
The stage is set, Lord of Bones. Care to bring forth the second act of this little play?
Actually, I think I'll take a whack at it.
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This was a bad idea, Harry had decided. A very bad idea. He was currently floating through the walls and floors of Hogwarts. He was currently heading down towards the dungeons that held the Slytherin dorms. He was currently arguing with his wand spirit.
"Damn it, Persephone! How many times do I have to say it?" Harry cried. She snorted from her perch on his back. "I know, I know, bad idea is bad. You're still gonna have to take risks, it's what life's all about. You of all people should know this...."
Harry did know. His life was one big walking risk. He was constantly afraid of his friends getting hurt because of him. Yet, he could never seem to ditch them when he was planning his more dangerous escapades. Hermione especially.....
"Well, let's hope that these new powers will keep my friends out of trouble." He mumbled, more to himself. Persephone heard him, obviously, and frowned. "Hermione is right. You do have a saving people thing." He grimaced.
"I do not! I just don't wanna keep putting my friends in danger! I'm a walking....er....flying deathtrap." He cried indignantly, scaring one of Umbridge's Special Ed Squad members as he came through the wall, sending the teenage boy screaming like a little girl down towards the Slytherin dorms.
Persephone laughed uproarously, thoroughly pleased that her master was scaring his enemies with his new look. Her master was going to be a powerful wizard one of these days, and she'd make sure that he was well prepared for the things he'd no doubt have to face.
"Well, this makes it easier to sneak in, if I'm scaring away the patrols. Hopefully he didn't catch my face...." he whispered warily. Persephone was already enacting her plan, prompting him to go down and to the left. He about cried out loud as he phased through the wall into a patch of steam. 'Persephone.....where are we?' he thought out loud. All she did to reply was laugh harder.
'Persephone.....'
Nothing. Harry gulped. He knew this was a bad idea. He couldn't move, though. As soon as he'd moved into a well lit room, he'd focused all he could on keeping his invisibility on. It was quite taxing on him as he couldn't move while invisible. So the best thing to do was just stay here and hope whoever was here moved away soon.
His breath caught in his throat, though, when he heard feminine giggling. 'Oh no....' he groaned inwardly. Persephone, in her playfulness, practically moaned in his ear. 'Oh, yes, master!'. That sentence alone was almost enough to break his concentration.
As the fog lifted, he spotted his first ever, real life, naked girl. As such, his body(if you could call it that) reacted like any hormonal teenage boy normally would in this situation. It didn't help that his concentration broke, but he was still pretty covered in the fog, so luckily he wasn't noticeable.
Directly in front of him was one of the best looking girls in his year. Daphne Greengrass. Next to her, was her best friend, Tracey Davis. Pansy Parkinson was off to the side, wrapped in a towel.
After shaking his head mostly free of dirty thoughts, he strained his ears, to hear what they were talking about. ".......believe Draco?" Pansy sneered. "He looked about ready to piss himself! All because of Potter's new look." She cackled out loud, enough that it reminded Harry of that woman from one of Dudley's old movies. That Maleficent chick.
Daphne turned to Pansy, enough to hide herself from Harry and yet left plenty to the imagination. He had floated to the ground, long forgetting about his invisibility.
Which was exactly what Persephone wanted.
"Well, I have to admit," Tracey said, wrapping her arms around Daphne's waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. "Potter looked scrumpcious. As did the Longbottom boy. I didn't know they were hiding such physiques beneath their robes."
"He also had that neat sword on his back. It turned into a scythe halfway through his little speech." Daphne said, scanning the room. She could feel something, on the edge of her senses. She hadn't learned her wand's name yet, but she could use some of it's abilities. It enhanced her magical awareness.
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway." Pansy said haughtily. The other girls turned their attention to Pansy. Tracey unwrapped herself from Daphne, turning away from Harry, and he cursed internally.
He focused on Pansy again, as she'd started speaking again. "Draco told me that no matter what Potter does, he won't get away with much else once Umbridge takes over." She flipped her hair as Tracey came back into view and Harry, like a teenage boy, tunnel-visioned. He was focused squarely on the first set of full frontal nudity he'd ever been privvy to.
"I hate hogwarts robes......" he said absently. He yelped when he was poked in the back. "I'll bet you do, Potter." He gulped heavily. He'd forgotten about Daphne! 'Persephone! Help!'
His wand spirit giggled as she phased into his view. 'Trust me, master. You have nothing to worry about.' He panicked as Persephone shimmered out of view. When Daphne called the other girls forward, as they'd heard him yelp, he started praying to whatever god might take him, because he was screwed. 'Not literally. That won't happen 'til later.' Persephone said, her laughter echoing in his mind.
"Well, well, girls. Look what the snake dragged in..." Daphne said, her wand still in his back. He was too afraid to move. Pansy looked downright pissed. Tracey looked irritated but she had a smile on her face. Daphne had a seductive grin on her face, but he couldn't see that, as he was adamant in his hopes that he had a teleport ability he'd unlock as long as he didn't move.
"Potter! How dare you! I am not surprised at all that you would do something like this!" Pansy ranted. "I'll make sure that you're turned into a mouse so I can feed you to my owl!" Tracey glowered at her, and Pansy returned it with a conspiratorial smirk. Tracey glared at her for a bit, before she mirrored that smirk.
"Oh, man. I'm doomed!" Harry groaned. The girls all started laughing at him. They had no plans to hurt him.....yet. "I didn't even want to be in the girls shower! I was trying to find the boys dorms, so I could see if Malfoy was blathering about this to his father!" He cried, throwing his arms in the air in futility. He hung his head shamefully. "Do your worst. I deserve it after bolloxing this up and invading your privacy like this."
Tracey raised her eyebrow at Daphne behind him, who simply grinned. Tracey grinned back, and crossed her arms, squashing her considerable "assets" beneath them. "Well......Malfoy has yet to send his father a letter about this, and not everybody likes the overblown ponce." She said this while staring at Pansy, who sputtered.
"I don't like that little pervert!" she shrieked. "He tried to steal my underwear, too, you know!" Tracey smirked at the fuming girl. "It's a lucky thing that Crabbe and Goyle are so stupid. He might have actually gotten away with it." Tracey said, turning back to Harry and Daphne. Daphne proceeded to poke him in the back again.
"Now then. As long as you help us get back at Draco for that little prank, because Snape got in our way before we could administer proper punishment, we'll let you go." Harry was promptly spun around and lost his focus on his shoes, as he was currently staring at two of the best looking breasts he'd ever seen. Granted, he hadn't seen many......
Daphne snapped her fingers, and Harry's eyes jumped up to hers, his blush standing out on his pure white skin. She smirked. "Glad you like what you see. If you impress us, you may get a present from us." She tapped him lightly on the nose. His breath hitched when she grabbed hold of his hardened member. "Hmm....At least Gryffindor's golden boy is well hung. We'll have to try him out sometime, huh, Tracey?" Daphne turned to her long time friend, who proceeded to grab her head and kiss her forcefully and passionately.
Harry was rooted to the spot. One part of him was screaming at him to take their offer, humiliate Malfoy as soon as possible, and get the hell out of there. Of course, that was his brain, and it didn't have the majority of his body's blood. So he stood there, as two of the most beautiful girls of his class made out in front of him. He could idly note that Pansy's breathing was getting heavier.
The two Slytherin's stopped their show and turned to him. Daphne raised her eyebrow at him. "Well? Hop to it." she replied. Harry didn't need told twice, and barreled through the wall, and towards the boy's dorms in record time. He had Malfoy(who was a heavy sleeper, luckily,) strung up on the common room chandelier by his flower covered tighty whities,(Harry would come to realise that that particular memory would never go away) and was headed back to the Griffindor dorms before the girls had even gotten their towels on.
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He had nightmares filled with flower covered tighty whities and towels, only to wake to a rather normal day. He noticed that the Slytherin table was constantly laughing at Malfoy now, who now could only be noticed by his silky blonde hair, as he was currently trying to hide under the table. Snape was more sour than usual, but as he had nothing on Harry, he couldn't be too much more horrible than normal.
Though Hermione wouldn't find out for years to come, he did get that gift from the girls. About a week later, an owl had come to him during lunch with an envelope labeled 'your eyes only'. He had looked around at his friends, who all shook their heads in confusion. He had even looked to Castor, who simply cackled madly after seeing (and smelling) the envelope. As Harry had settled down to finish his lunch, Daphne had caught his eye. She winked at him and blew him a kiss.
He had to admit, now that he was by himself, he would need to thank the girls somehow for this wonderous gift. It wasn't everyday three of your female classmates gave you a moving photo of them naked and making out under a showerhead.
Persephone simply smirked.
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Eh, I figured something funny happening to Malfoy would cover up my more glaring writing flaws. :sweat:
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This was a bad idea, Harry had decided. A very bad idea. He was currently floating through the walls and floors of Hogwarts. He was currently heading down towards the dungeons that held the Slytherin dorms. He was currently arguing with his wand spirit.
"Damn it, Persephone! How many times do I have to say it?" Harry cried. She snorted from her perch on his back. "I know, I know, bad idea is bad. You're still gonna have to take risks, it's what life's all about. You of all people should know this...."
Harry did know. His life was one big walking risk. He was constantly afraid of his friends getting hurt because of him. Yet, he could never seem to ditch them when he was planning his more dangerous escapades. Hermione especially.....
"Well, let's hope that these new powers will keep my friends out of trouble." He mumbled, more to himself. Persephone heard him, obviously, and frowned. "Hermione is right. You do have a saving people thing." He grimaced.
"I do not! I just don't wanna keep putting my friends in danger! I'm a walking....er....flying deathtrap." He cried indignantly, scaring one of Umbridge's Special Ed Squad members as he came through the wall, sending the teenage boy screaming like a little girl down towards the Slytherin dorms.
Persephone laughed uproarously, thoroughly pleased that her master was scaring his enemies with his new look. Her master was going to be a powerful wizard one of these days, and she'd make sure that he was well prepared for the things he'd no doubt have to face.
"Well, this makes it easier to sneak in, if I'm scaring away the patrols. Hopefully he didn't catch my face...." he whispered warily. Persephone was already enacting her plan, prompting him to go down and to the left. He about cried out loud as he phased through the wall into a patch of steam. 'Persephone.....where are we?' he thought out loud. All she did to reply was laugh harder.
'Persephone.....'
Nothing. Harry gulped. He knew this was a bad idea. He couldn't move, though. As soon as he'd moved into a well lit room, he'd focused all he could on keeping his invisibility on. It was quite taxing on him as he couldn't move while invisible. So the best thing to do was just stay here and hope whoever was here moved away soon.
His breath caught in his throat, though, when he heard feminine giggling. 'Oh no....' he groaned inwardly. Persephone, in her playfulness, practically moaned in his ear. 'Oh, yes, master!'. That sentence alone was almost enough to break his concentration.
As the fog lifted, he spotted his first ever, real life, naked girl. As such, his body(if you could call it that) reacted like any hormonal teenage boy normally would in this situation. It didn't help that his concentration broke, but he was still pretty covered in the fog, so luckily he wasn't noticeable.
Directly in front of him was one of the best looking girls in his year. Daphne Greengrass. Next to her, was her best friend, Tracey Davis. Pansy Parkinson was off to the side, wrapped in a towel.
After shaking his head mostly free of dirty thoughts, he strained his ears, to hear what they were talking about. ".......believe Draco?" Pansy sneered. "He looked about ready to piss himself! All because of Potter's new look." She cackled out loud, enough that it reminded Harry of that woman from one of Dudley's old movies. That Maleficent chick.
Daphne turned to Pansy, enough to hide herself from Harry and yet left plenty to the imagination. He had floated to the ground, long forgetting about his invisibility.
Which was exactly what Persephone wanted.
"Well, I have to admit," Tracey said, wrapping her arms around Daphne's waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. "Potter looked scrumpcious. As did the Longbottom boy. I didn't know they were hiding such physiques beneath their robes."
"He also had that neat sword on his back. It turned into a scythe halfway through his little speech." Daphne said, scanning the room. She could feel something, on the edge of her senses. She hadn't learned her wand's name yet, but she could use some of it's abilities. It enhanced her magical awareness.
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway." Pansy said haughtily. The other girls turned their attention to Pansy. Tracey unwrapped herself from Daphne, turning away from Harry, and he cursed internally.
He focused on Pansy again, as she'd started speaking again. "Draco told me that no matter what Potter does, he won't get away with much else once Umbridge takes over." She flipped her hair as Tracey came back into view and Harry, like a teenage boy, tunnel-visioned. He was focused squarely on the first set of full frontal nudity he'd ever been privvy to.
"I hate hogwarts robes......" he said absently. He yelped when he was poked in the back. "I'll bet you do, Potter." He gulped heavily. He'd forgotten about Daphne! 'Persephone! Help!'
His wand spirit giggled as she phased into his view. 'Trust me, master. You have nothing to worry about.' He panicked as Persephone shimmered out of view. When Daphne called the other girls forward, as they'd heard him yelp, he started praying to whatever god might take him, because he was screwed. 'Not literally. That won't happen 'til later.' Persephone said, her laughter echoing in his mind.
"Well, well, girls. Look what the snake dragged in..." Daphne said, her wand still in his back. He was too afraid to move. Pansy looked downright pissed. Tracey looked irritated but she had a smile on her face. Daphne had a seductive grin on her face, but he couldn't see that, as he was adamant in his hopes that he had a teleport ability he'd unlock as long as he didn't move.
"Potter! How dare you! I am not surprised at all that you would do something like this!" Pansy ranted. "I'll make sure that you're turned into a mouse so I can feed you to my owl!" Tracey glowered at her, and Pansy returned it with a conspiratorial smirk. Tracey glared at her for a bit, before she mirrored that smirk.
"Oh, man. I'm doomed!" Harry groaned. The girls all started laughing at him. They had no plans to hurt him.....yet. "I didn't even want to be in the girls shower! I was trying to find the boys dorms, so I could see if Malfoy was blathering about this to his father!" He cried, throwing his arms in the air in futility. He hung his head shamefully. "Do your worst. I deserve it after bolloxing this up and invading your privacy like this."
Tracey raised her eyebrow at Daphne behind him, who simply grinned. Tracey grinned back, and crossed her arms, squashing her considerable "assets" beneath them. "Well......Malfoy has yet to send his father a letter about this, and not everybody likes the overblown ponce." She said this while staring at Pansy, who sputtered.
"I don't like that little pervert!" she shrieked. "He tried to steal my underwear, too, you know!" Tracey smirked at the fuming girl. "It's a lucky thing that Crabbe and Goyle are so stupid. He might have actually gotten away with it." Tracey said, turning back to Harry and Daphne. Daphne proceeded to poke him in the back again.
"Now then. As long as you help us get back at Draco for that little prank, because Snape got in our way before we could administer proper punishment, we'll let you go." Harry was promptly spun around and lost his focus on his shoes, as he was currently staring at two of the best looking breasts he'd ever seen. Granted, he hadn't seen many......
Daphne snapped her fingers, and Harry's eyes jumped up to hers, his blush standing out on his pure white skin. She smirked. "Glad you like what you see. If you impress us, you may get a present from us." She tapped him lightly on the nose. His breath hitched when she grabbed hold of his hardened member. "Hmm....At least Gryffindor's golden boy is well hung. We'll have to try him out sometime, huh, Tracey?" Daphne turned to her long time friend, who proceeded to grab her head and kiss her forcefully and passionately.
Harry was rooted to the spot. One part of him was screaming at him to take their offer, humiliate Malfoy as soon as possible, and get the hell out of there. Of course, that was his brain, and it didn't have the majority of his body's blood. So he stood there, as two of the most beautiful girls of his class made out in front of him. He could idly note that Pansy's breathing was getting heavier.
The two Slytherin's stopped their show and turned to him. Daphne raised her eyebrow at him. "Well? Hop to it." she replied. Harry didn't need told twice, and barreled through the wall, and towards the boy's dorms in record time. He had Malfoy(who was a heavy sleeper, luckily,) strung up on the common room chandelier by his flower covered tighty whities,(Harry would come to realise that that particular memory would never go away) and was headed back to the Griffindor dorms before the girls had even gotten their towels on.
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He had nightmares filled with flower covered tighty whities and towels, only to wake to a rather normal day. He noticed that the Slytherin table was constantly laughing at Malfoy now, who now could only be noticed by his silky blonde hair, as he was currently trying to hide under the table. Snape was more sour than usual, but as he had nothing on Harry, he couldn't be too much more horrible than normal.
Though Hermione wouldn't find out for years to come, he did get that gift from the girls. About a week later, an owl had come to him during lunch with an envelope labeled 'your eyes only'. He had looked around at his friends, who all shook their heads in confusion. He had even looked to Castor, who simply cackled madly after seeing (and smelling) the envelope. As Harry had settled down to finish his lunch, Daphne had caught his eye. She winked at him and blew him a kiss.
He had to admit, now that he was by himself, he would need to thank the girls somehow for this wonderous gift. It wasn't everyday three of your female classmates gave you a moving photo of them naked and making out under a showerhead.
Persephone simply smirked.
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Eh, I figured something funny happening to Malfoy would cover up my more glaring writing flaws. :sweat:
Andrew Joshua Talon said:
The stage is set, Lord of Bones. Care to bring forth the second act of this little play?
@RockLeeThe Awesome - Nice snippet.
RockLeetheAwesome: Damn skippy, that was good! I'm working on my own take on this too. Hopefully it'll be up next week alongside LoB's. In the meantime, anyone else who wants to write about the mischief Harry and co. get up to with their newfound powers, go for it. Competition is good for writers, after all... As is Harry Potter making it with three hot, bi-sexual Slytherin girls. :lol: